This weekend like so many other holiday weekends, I hear people talking about their plans. Travel. BBQ parties. Time at the pool, the beach, the mountains… What an amazing blessing for us to be able to spend that time with our family and friends. Creating meaningful and lasting memories to hold dear in years to come.
I can’t help reflect, however, on the true reason for this weekend. I reflect on all of my past experiences with the military. While the Army is not a part of my life anymore, I remember the part of my heart that will never be changed. I will forever be blessed to have known the families of the fallen soldiers whose funerals I attended. The men who gave their lives for their country- To them I am thankful. To their families whose hands I held… Whose tears I shared…. Whose loved ones legacies I will never forget. I am thankful. I ask that we all take some time this weekend to remember all of our fallen military (whether you were touched personally or not) and be thankful for their lives and courage… That their family members and friends they left behind be comforted with their own meaningful and last memories…that they wear them like cloak of peace and know that their loved one will forever be in their hearts.
“I have never been able to think of the day as one of mourning; I have never quite been able to feel that half-masted flags were appropriate on Decoration Day. I have rather felt that the flag should be at the peak, because those whose dying we commemorate rejoiced in seeing it where their valor placed it. We honor them in a joyous, thankful, triumphant commemoration of what they did. ” — Benjamin Harrison, 23rd President of the United States